Shin Ryujin

Chapter 1

Yeji's POV

For me, the sexiest place for a man to have tattoos was his hands. Especially the fingers.

Don't ask.

At the moment my mind was occupied by erotic thoughts and one of those scenes included a tattooed hand wrapping around my neck and a hunky body fucking me until I no longer knew my name.

Reason for having all those thoughts? The fine specimen with tattoos and a drink in one hand looking at me from across the very occupied bar.

Fuck, he's hot.

I first noticed him when I felt eyes at the back of my head. You know that feeling that someone is watching you and you can't help but glance around in search of the culprit. It led to my eyes landing on him.

He was beautiful. His face was a strikingly angelic handsome face with brown eyes, a chiseled jawline, and plump lips. By far the sexiest man I've ever seen and it had me shifting in my seat uncomfortably.

I had recently called off things with my regular fuck buddy who was a human blank canvas. As untouched as the day he was born. The complete opposite of the man currently looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive.

Yeonjun's idea of kinky was aggressively rubbing my clit during sex and saying, 'Awe, you like that?'

He was hot, a typical frat boy, a bit childish at times but in a cute way. I didn't want cute. He also had a big dick with the inability to use it correctly but bless him he tried. Compatibility wasn't something that could be forced no matter how badly you wanted the person.

It just didn't work and I was beyond sexually frustrated.

This is why I came to the bar to get my mind off things and possibly drink my sorrows away. But instead, I was placed under a scrutinizing gaze from the hottest goddamn man I've ever seen. Her eyes were zeroed in on me and I pursed my lips in contemplation. Just come over here, for fucks sake.

Without thinking I gave the woman a slight nod gesturing for her to come over. I immediately turned around in my seat suddenly scared to see her reaction.

The thought of her laughing at me and turning away had my face grimacing in embarrassment. What if she wasn't even looking at me?

Just act normal, you fucking idiot.

Honestly, if it was anyone else staring at me like that from across the room I would have told them to stop being creepy. But she was hot and I was a biased bitch who wasn't ashamed to admit it.

I took a small sip of my whiskey and took a deep breath in. My elbows were rested on the counter as I swirled the brown liquid around in the glass. I wasn't a lightweight on contrary actually if I had a full stomach.

I felt her presence before I heard her.

"Never had a woman call me over before." A deep and fume voice caused me to look up from my drink. I didn't expect the rich accent she had and it automatically made her ten times hotter. The stranger sat down on the empty stool next to me so close that I could smell the subtle cologne she wore.

When I tell you that she was inked, I mean inked from the back of her hand all the way to her neck. It disappeared underneath the white dress shirt. She was more gorgeous up close.

"You were staring at me. You scared to make a move or what?" I asked with a raised eyebrow taking another sip of my drink. I sucked in a small cube of ice and swirled it around in my mouth enjoying the coolness.

"Scared?" She chuckled slightly showing off her perfect smile. "I was making sure you weren't waiting for a man since you are all alone." She said taking a sip of the clear liquid. I'm guessing vodka.